In Love With a D-Boy

Chapter 16

"Chardannay! Wait a minute stop." I felt my arm being pulled. I turned only to come face to face with Tre. I snatched my arm away and tried to keep moving but he blocked my path. "Nay why are you avoiding me?"

"Tre, my relationship no my friendship of 4+ years just ended and you were the center of the problem, why would I continue to talk to you? Talking to you doesn't do anything but hurt me."

"Nay, I'm sorry that you're going through this hurt but I'm not sorry that that relationship is over." I looked at him feeling disgusted. I pushed past him and continued on my way home. This conversation was drawing the eyes of other people that would walk home from school and I didn't want more attention then I had already receive from Ty and my break up. You would have thought we were a celebrity couple. People kept coming up to me and asking me if it were true and then to see him walking through the hallways with another girl hurt more than I thought it would. 

How long had we been broke up? 3 weeks, a month...I wasn't even sure anymore. It felt as if my world had stopped spinning since we weren't a pair anymore and I had to often stop myself from asking him things in class or calling because I was bored or lonely. He wasn't mine anymore and I wasn't his. 

"Nay." I looked up to see Tre once again blocking my path. "Can we just talk for a little while?" The worst part about everything was that although I know Tre was the reason why Ty didn't trust me, I still couldn't get my stupid heart to boycott him. Every time I saw his face my life lit up a little and I couldn't deny that. When I heard his voice, I felt a little comforted. His presence let me know that someone in this world still cared that I was in it. I didn't say anything but I didn't push him away this time.

"I just want to comfort you. I want to see that smile again." We started down the street. He walked beside me and I refused to look at him. By the time we got to my neighborhood I wondered what was the point of him walking with me. I snuck a peek up at his face. It looked stern, self confident, handsome all of the things Tre was known for. I sighed.

"Thanks for walking me home. I'm good from here." I was about to walk off when he grabbed my hand. He pulled me back to him and some how I ended up wrapped in his arms. He embraced me tightly. I felt the weakness in me that I had worked so hard to bury quick raising to the surface. My brain told me to push him away and run the rest of the way home but my heart had already took in the warmth of his hug and told me it was ok to cry in his arms.

"Come to my house." He whispered. I didn't fight as he walked me toward his car parked in front of my house. He helped me into the car as the tears were now blinding me. I felt helpless and stupid trapped in some dark room like a lost child. As he drove he held my hand stroking it comforting as I blubber inconsistent statements about why and how.

I had calmed by the time we got to his house but he still gingerly helped me inside as if at any moment I would break. We went straight to his room without stopping and he closed the door behind us. I stood in the middle feeling dumbfounded. In the middle of the room was a king sized bed. In front of it was a huge TV hanging from the wall with a small shelf underneath that had 3 game systems. He had rows and rows of CDs placed neatly onto a shelf on one side of the room and a case with collectible cars. On the other side there were books. All kinds of books. All of this was presented as if an interior decorated had come in and created the perfect zen space for him.

"You can sit on the bed. Take off your shoes and get comfortable." This was totally different place than I imagined. I walked over and sit on the edge of the perfectly made bed afraid to agitate anything with my presence. He picked up a remote and pressed a button. Music came on but I wasn't sure where it was coming from. He sat down beside me and patted his lap.